License to Live

It seems like I need a license to live
People call me on it,
yell at me to slowly step out of the car
with my hands above my head
they demand to see my license.

They peer at it then glare at me,
Like I don’t have the right to live,
That I shouldn’t be here.
They pat me down and rough me up

Before I’m allowed to get back in the car,
shudder
to myself
and slouch over the wheel.